User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-26255114-20150329041648/@comment-2246928-20150402222002

The ferret captain scoffed at the fox's suggestion, shaking his head with a humorless, almost pitying smile.

"Zinnd, Zinnd, Zinnd, don't yew know anyfin' abowt survival on der 'igh seas, me 'earty? We sail away frumm der trubble, we don't sail inter it. We sail fore der Nord Coast."

He nodded to the crew, the sign that his little speech was at a close, and that his nice, helpful, caring captain getup was over.

"Now go git summ sleep, yew grogswillin' scum. Virago, yore stayin' up 'ere on guard duty fer th' night, an' yew, Slaja. Cawn, take Vinnu 'n' deal wid th' slaves' feed afore y' 'it th' sack. We gorra big day tomorrer..."

The ferret pushed through the assembled slavers, slamming his cabin door behind him.